Tag: wisdom
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Teddybear Talk
This is my serious look, like, we have something to talk about now:), and that is Bears, but not mad, as the car was moving as I took my portrait (not driving tho :o, creating a blur of graveness that is more solemn than planned. 😀 This is not about Bears yet but leading there…Those…
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A Table Ready for the Day and a Poem
My novel draft notebook and the most recent pgs written, printed, to be continued, poetry notebook for initial poetic lines and imagery, my most recent draft of a poem I’ve completed and sent in to a magazine 💚, my fiction notebook came along as loose papers rest on it nicely whether or not I plan…
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Vacation
Peeko listening to a naptime story rest, sit, meditate, paint a little, walk. look at the sky, draw, notice scenery, sketch a scene, yoga stretch, continue to eat tangerines, tomatoes, drink green tea, make scrambled eggs with baby spinach, dinner meals. See how many cups of water I am actually drinking in the day, dawned…
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Mountain Peak
“Mountain Peak” Now at the Morini Gallery available to purchase through Apr. 23, ‘23. by Jade Nicole Beals, abstract acrylic canvas, 20 x 24, December 12, 2022.
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Mary Haskell, author, art patron, and school principal celebrates a Birthday Today
“People are always longing for someone to help them realize their best selves,” – Mary Haskell (portrait drawn by artist Kahlil Gibran) Today is writer, art patron (b. in South Carolina, 1873) Boston school principal, Mary Haskell’s birthday…that is, the big 149 yrs! Can you handle it? (This is probably the most biased birthday greeting…
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I Finish My Falling Apart Copy of Jane Eyre Before Midnight
(photo and content update, “the morning after”) …I started with a short paint session, and I have the first part of my idea started well while the rest of the canvas looks in messy distress, but I was able to stop in time to just paint a little and also complete Jane Eyre (1847) while…
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Two Quotes from The Portrait of a Lady: Choose
📖 2) She fixed her eyes upon him, and there was something in their character that reminded him of large, polished buttons; he seemed to see the reflection of surrounding objects upon the pupil. The expression of a button is not usually deemed human, but there was something in Miss Stackpole’s gaze that made him,…
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August 8, 1988: Coming Home
Twenty four years ago today, I was two years old and was moving into a new home with my family in Brooklyn, New York. August eighth comes again; this time, I’m living elsewhere (in a small town in Massachusetts), contemplating the meaning of a childhood home, feeling both distant from and near to the child…
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A Blush of Dawn Kind of Morning
Reading through old journals and notebooks is my favorite way to reminisce. Here is an excerpt from a “Morning Pages” entry I found in one of my many notebooks: As I sit down to write, the sky is on my mind. The sun is just beginning to rise and transform the sky from pale and…
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The Way Back
Dear Journal, How good it feels to come to you after a day of frustrations. How I love words, to paint with them freely, watercolor pencils tucked away for a later day, forgetting the smudges on my paper and my failed attempts to blend and shade, no longer feeling like a fragment, my hands clean…
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Autumn Thoughts
I used to wonder if the “back to school” feeling went away– that persistent knot in your stomach, the uncertainty of not knowing whether or not you will like your teacher or classmates, the shiny red apple advertisements all over the stores, a child wearing a backpack and smiling (what’s so happy about a time…
Blush of Dawn 